But the most important part of this is WHO was doing the renovations. They were very nice men. But after they left I had the overwhelming desire to clean my kitchen. With bleach. When the hubs came home and saw me, with latex gloves on, a bucket of bleach and on my hands and knees scrubbing he just stared. Then finally...

Hubs: "What are you doing?"

Me: "Disinfecting."

Hubs: "Exactly what is our floor infected with?"

Me: "Butt Lesions, obviously." (I realize NOW this was probably not an obvious infection of our ceramic tile).

Hubs: "And where did the tile get butt lesions?"

Me: "From the contractor. HE has butt lesions."

Hubs: "How do you know?"

Me: "Really? That's what you want to ask right now? You don't want to know if the butt lesions are infected with like herpes or Malaria? Do you not realize I am trying to SAVE our LIVES?"

Hubs: "Well, are they?"
Me: "How would I know? I didn't ask for a sample of the man's butt lesions!"

Hubs: "How do you know he has butt lesions?"

Me: "Because I am pretty sure he moonlights as a plumber."

To me, that OBVIOUSLY means he doesn't wear a belt. Or suspenders. Or freaking underwear that covers his crack. To Hubs that meant I hired him to do plumbing...

Hubs: "So he....was working on the toilet?"

Me: "Don't be ridiculous. He puts in tile."

Hubs: "Then how do you know of the butt lesions?"

Me: "Aaron told me!" (Aaron is a co-worker - a married co-worker who likes women).

Hubs: "And he knows because..."

Me: "You pay no attention. Aaron SAW the butt lesions when he was bent over."

After I returned for Christmas break, things went down hill. First, the day I returned was also the day of a wake for a fellow law student’s father. I wasn’t close to the law student so I didn’t think I should go. Enemy went though, and Kristy went with her. Kristy was trying to make amends and be friends with everyone.

Kristy told me that night, while they were at Enemy’s mom’s house (did I mention her mom lived about 5 minutes away?) Enemy went on and on about how sorry she felt for me because I wasn’t dating much and it was simply pathetic. Nevermind I was in law school. Also, forget the fact that I was dating someone from home (long distance, but whatever). She decided I was jealous of her pending marriage to Nerd-Boy because I was so pathetic.
A few days later, Enemy told me that she had decided that she didn’t want to pay for the landline telephone. She decided that since she had a cell phone, she would just use it. I simply told her ok and asked her to remove the phone from her bedroom and I took the one out of the kitchen so there was only a phone in my bedroom. A few weeks later (don’t worry, I’ll go back and cover the dramatics of what happened in those two weeks which didn’t involve the phone later), I overheard her telling some girl at school how I was paying for the phone, but I didn’t know she had one in her room she was using for local calls.

So, when people called my phone asking to speak to Enemy, instead of giving out her cell number (or saying “She’s using a cell phone only, may I ask who’s calling and I’ll have her call you back”) I simply said “I’m sorry, wrong number.” A few times people questioned me so I would say “This is a private line, she doesn’t use it. You figure out how to get her.”

One day, probably a month after I heard her say she had a phone in her room (I would have gone to check, but she and I had both put locks on our bedroom doors because of the animosity between us), I got home and she wasn’t there. Needless to say, I was pretty happy. I called W and closed my bedroom door. When W and I talk, we usually talk for hours. At some point during our conversation, there was a beep. When I looked at the caller ID screen I saw it was Papa Johns or Pizza Hut or some local pizza place. I decided not to answer and continued talking. A few minutes later, the same pizza place beeped in. Again, I didn’t answer. Finally, there was a third beep from another number so I answered.

“Hey this is Greg from Pizza Place.”

“Ok.”

“Did you order a pizza?”

“Nope.”

“Did your roommate?”

“Doubt it, I’m the only one here.”

“Oh, ok, thanks then.”

I returned to my call with W and about fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on my bedroom door. I opened to door to see Enemy staring at me. “Did someone call for me?”

“I don’t think so. And if they did, shouldn’t they call your cell?”

“Did a pizza guy call?” She was practically yelling.

“OH. Yeah. I didn’t know you were home. I told him I didn’t order a pizza.” I was laughing on the inside because this was just funny.

“I did!”

“Use your own phone number then.”

“They won’t accept cell phone numbers! I called them and yelled because they didn’t bring the pizza and they said someone at my house said no one ordered a pizza!!”

"Well, no one from THIS phone number did," I told her pointing at the phone. "Perhaps you should have thought about that before deciding not to pay for the phone."

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

I go to the gym every morning. Ok that's not true. I try to go to the gym every morning but some mornings I simply don't make it. But some mornings I do make it. I made it this morning.

There's a guy at the gym. And he kind of thinks he owns the equipment. As in, every time I am on a machine, he comes over to me and says "You are on my...(insert gym equipment here - bike, elliptical, treadmill...)." It's gotten to the point that he's a running joke between my friends and I. However, this morning he wasn't complaining that I was on HIS machine. This morning I was apparently magnetic.

I was on a bike. Doing my thing, thinking "I'll do this for 45 minutes, then go lift..." There was a lady 2 machines down from me doing her thing on the stair stepper. And Annoying Gym Guy ("AGG") comes over and gets on the bike right next to me. Did I mention we were the ONLY People in the Cardio room? JUST us three. And he picks the bike between me and the lady on the stairstepper. I continue to bike because I know his workout routine and I was not going to let him bother me. He'll be on the bike 5 minutes, then off for 10, back on for 5, then gone for 10.

BUT then another person joined us in the cardio room. The very large cardio room. And that person? Got on the treadmill on the other side of me. I promise there were other treadmills not near me. In fact, there are about 20 other treadmills. And then what does this woman do?

She starts talking to AGG and the lady on the stairstepper telling them about someone with gout and pneumonia and how this person (did I mention AGG and Stairstepper lady didn't know who this sick person is?) was apparently vomitting something green yesterday.

WHILE I WAS WORKING OUT!!!

I understand people want to talk to their friends, but she was not talking about something anyone wanted to hear. And I was working out! I ended up getting off the bike after 15 minutes just to get away from the madness. And because I felt like vomitting after hearing the description of the green vomit.

Monday, December 27, 2010

That means the kitchen is finished. It's done. Counters in. Tiled backsplash done. The mess the construction crew left? Cleaned up. I spent hours on my knees cleaning the tile and the cabinets but in the end?

WORTH IT.

Now, if I can get up the courage to have them come back and finish the third floor bonus room we might finish all our planned renovations. Of course, that means locking the cats in a bedroom during the day again...

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

As time went on with Enemy, things got stranger in our apartment. She was “in love” with Nerd-Boy (as she had been so many times before) and was going to marry him. One weekend, prior to the beginning of exams, my best friend called needing me.

Now, normally, W wouldn’t ask, and she didn’t actually ask that night, but we decided to meet halfway between law school and her home. Which put us in Kentucky. I can’t remember exactly why she needed me, but it was important enough for me to drive all night. We decided to head towards each other at about 2 am. Enemy told me not to go. Now, perhaps she was looking out for me, but her reasoning wasn’t that exams were coming up and it was a long drive and late at night. Her reasoning was “W can handle this herself. Why does she need you? Doesn’t she have any OTHER friends?” I met W that night…well…early that morning. We had a good weekend, I got back to school and Enemy was angry at me…for going to my best friend when she needed me. I thought this was the beginning of the end of any sort of civility we had towards one another.

But for some reason, it wasn’t. She began to be nicer to me. Nerd-Boy began to stay with us more often, but she was nicer. This is a side note story that has nothing to do with why she became an enemy, but might make you all laugh. I know you’ve seen people out in public wearing their pajamas…in fact, it’s become a fashion trend in this area (schools even have “Pajama Day”). Our final final exam was on a Thursday. That morning Enemy got dressed for the final by putting on fleece pajamas with sheep on them. Which was interesting, but not as interesting as what else she wore to the final. She put on her gorilla slippers (complete with eyes that flashed red when she walked) and a beret. Now, it’s bad enough she wore this to a final exam, but she also wore it out to eat lunch with a group of us afterwards and then into the liquor store when we went to purchase alcohol for our party that night. I’ll just let you imagine that.

So, I leave and go home for Christmas. Enemy and Nerd-Boy had been dating for around 2 months. During part of their dating time, she was in love with someone…lots of someones….else. I called her the day after Christmas to see if she had a good Christmas and she tells me she and Nerd-Boy are engaged. Now, as I understand it, a normal supportive friend would respond with “Oh! Congrats! That’s so great! I’m so excited!” Well, my reation wasn’t quite so controlled as I just said what came to my mind first. Which pretty much went “What? Isn’t it a little soon?” She explained that a jewelry store was going out of business and she HAD to have THAT ring so he bought it for her and they might as well get engaged at that point because she was in love with him. I then said “And you were in love with Larry and Brant and…(insert other names here).” Side note: she was in fact so in “love” with Brant that when he ignored her at a party, she flipped out and cried for two days. He transferred to another law school, sometimes I wonder if it was to get away from her.

She told me before we got off the phone that a true friend would be happy for her. I said “No a true friend will tell you when she thinks you’re making a mistake. But good luck with that.” Little did I know that one showing of non-support was going to come back to bite me in the ass.

Friday, December 17, 2010

A few weeks after Kristy got out of the hospital, the move occurred. Kristy moved into a one bedroom (in the same building as Sam) and Enemy moved in with me. I was actually pretty horrible to Kristy during this time. I could sit here and defend myself saying that I was listening to Enemy and how could I know what she was saying wasn’t true, but the fact was, I didn’t listen to Kristy. I even told Kristy that if I had to choose between her and Enemy, I would choose Enemy. That was a fairly low point.

While Enemy and I were in the moving process, she began talking to her newest love interest, we’ll call him Nerd-boy. I call him that because Enemy actually began calling him that. She would tell me how Nerdy-boys turned her on and she wanted to date him. I thought he was nerdy and unattractive (not to mention he had this strange odor sometimes) but whatever she wanted.

I helped Kristy move, I wouldn’t allow Enemy to bring any of her things over until Kristy was out. I didn’t want to cause Kristy any more problems and I was beginning to rethink the decision. As soon as Enemy moved in, things began to become clearer. The first weekend was fine, we had fun together, we had friends over. It was the way roommates are supposed to be. And then it turned the way roommates really are.

Enemy’s Nerd-boy began to stay at the apartment more and more. We had two bathrooms, so I wasn’t sharing with them (I had one in my bedroom) but they were always in the living room and in the kitchen and just taking over the place. This was near the end of October. We decided to go as greek goddesses to the Halloween party that year. I was Aphrodite and she was Athena. I had chosen my costume before Enemy and she just decided it would be “more fun” to go as goddesses together. Then she told me that she should be Aphrodite since that IS the goddes of love and beauty. I rolled my eyes, bit my lip and led the way out the door.

A week later, Nerd-Boy’s friends came into town and Enemy offered our apartment as a place for everyone to stay. I got angry and she told me that his place was a small studio and “It hurts my back to sleep on his futon and no one wants me to have a seizure.” I have no idea how her back hurting and a seizure were related. I put my foot down and told her they didn’t need to spend every night together and perhaps his friends would like to spend time with him alone. She wouldn’t hear of that. I told her what I thought of Nerd-Boy. That he was nerdy, needy, pathetic and way too attached to her way too fast. And Enemy…agreed.

She almost broke up with Nerd-Boy that night. Looking back, I realize it was a way for her to assert control once more. She fought with him on the phone, came to me crying, telling me it was going to end because I didn’t like him. “Oh, M, I can’t possibly date a guy that my best friend hates!” she cried. I told her I didn’t hate him. I said that there was no reason for her to end a relationship because of me, I just didn’t like him being around ALL the time. And she called him, said “Let’s work this out, you and your friends come over here so we can talk.” And, suddenly, her weekend plans had come full circle. Nerd-Boy and his friends were staying at our apartment, just like she wanted.

That night, one of his friends who’s name I cannot remember for the life of me, we’ll call him Jack for our purposes, was in my room talking to me, telling me how upset Nerd-Boy was about the whole thing. Then he started to tell me how beautiful I was and how he wanted to “Know” me. He began to tickle me and I told him to stop. I was somewhere between laughing (because at first it was innocent and funny) and hysterical when I realized he wasn’t going to stop. Enemy told me that night, once she, Nerd-Boy and the other friend intervened, that I needed to forget about things that happened in the past and just let guys do what they wanted so they would want/like me.

That incident is what I now know was the beginning of the end of our friendship.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

We all do it. We buy things online. It's so easy. You make your purchase, you pay with your credit card and it magically appears at your door. No crowds at the mall. No driving (for you) in bad weather. All you do is grab your purse and computer and done!

But we also take a risk shopping online. I mean, who knows which stores are good and which are bad? Even if you look at customer reviews, you don't know who wrote the reviews, it could be the store employees/owners themselves talking about how wonderful they are.

I took that risk. Until I find out for sure if my issue is going to be resolved, I won't mention the name of the store. However, I made 2 orders. One order was for 4 pieces (3 Christmas gifts and a gift for myself). The second order was for 5 pieces (all 5 Christmas gifts). The first order will be here tomorrow so I hope that it is correct.

The second order got here today. And inside were only 2 pieces. When I emailed customer service they actually said to me "No, you are wrong, you only ordered 2 pieces." Now, I may not be the smartest person in the world but one thing I can do is read. Another thing I am good at is adding. I ordered 2 of one thing and 3 of another. Two plus three is five unless the math rules have changed. Also, 20 plus 20 is 40 and 15 plus 15 plus 15 is 45. 40 plus 45 is 85. 85 plus 7.50 for shipping is $92.50. And my credit card charge? Why, it was exactly $92.50.

Hopefully this will be resolved today. Otherwise it's time to dispute the credit card charge! Why can't Christmas shopping be less stressful???

Afternoon update: after three emails explaining that quantity does not, in fact, mean I just want to pay extra for one item, the store has agreed to ship my missing items via UPS at their own expense.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

I've been snowed in for a few days. It hasn't been fun. First off, by snowed in, I mean SNOWED in. I can't get my SUV out of the garage. I tried to shovel the snow but to no avail. And my husband? He's out of town. He left before the snow really got bad on Sunday and won't be home until Saturday, at the earliest.

In addition to being snowed in, my kitchen is not finished yet. And by not finished yet I mean I have no working sinks, my dishwasher is not hooked up, my cooktop is not hooked up and my dining room and living room are cluttered with all the stuff that is supposed to be in my kitchen. There are also two cabinets laying in my living room (they had to be removed for the granite install). Last night I had to wash dishes in my bathroom sink. I can't figure out how I had so many dishes to wash considering I haven't been able to cook. Luckily I had some food here that was microwaveable. Otherwise, I'd be wasting away to nothing!

Now, if the temperature will just get over 10, maybe I can get off this hill!

Monday, December 13, 2010

I think it’s time for a little more background on Enemy and what she was doing in law school (at least, what I think she was doing in law school). You see, she was searching for someone to marry. I had always heard of girls (and guys) who entered college and professional schools for the sole purpose of finding someone to marry, especially someone who would make a lot of money.

In the beginning, before school began, we had met a guy who was in our class. We’ll call him Sam. Sam lived across the road from Kristy and I. One day, Kristy, Enemy and I decided to go to the pool at the complex and Enemy wanted to invite Sam. So, the three of us walked over there in our bikinis and shorts to see if he wanted to join us. While we were there, Enemy was doing her best to flirt. Sam was staring at me (according to Enemy). He declined the invite but said we should hang out later. We walked towards the pool and Enemy said, “Ok, M, I guess you can have him since he didn't seem all that interested in me.” As if I needed her permission to go out with someone. Side Note: I never went out with Sam. I didn't want to.

Enemy then started going out with all kinds of guys. She was a pretty girl, a petite blond. She went out with a few and decided she was in love with probably half of them. “I can see me marrying him” came out of her mouth three or four times when talking about different guys.

When we returned from my hometown, Enemy began to harass Kristy. I was kind of oblivious to some of the happenings simply because I was too caught up in school work and, well, work work. Kristy had some anxiety problems (completely common in law school) and Enemy was not helping matters. She would tell Kristy that I was going to move in with her and leave Kristy to pay for the apartment alone and that no one really liked her, she only got invited to go out with all of us because she was my roommate. Kristy tried to tell me these things and, unfortunately, I just laughed her off, thinking she was being silly. Enemy also told Kristy how she would marry before we got out of law school and Kristy would be alone. Apparently the fact that Kristy was there for an education was beyond Enemy.

Then Kristy had a nervous breakdown of sorts. She was visiting a friend and they were discussing Enemy. Kristy got so upset that he had to take her to the hospital. When he called to tell me where they were, I immediately told Enemy to go home, I went to Kristy’s room and got her teddy bear and blankey (yes, she was 22, but sometimes you just want that comfort) and headed to the hospital. Enemy wanted to go with me, but I wouldn't let her because I had this feeling she was the cause of the whole thing.

That night Kristy and I discussed how she was feeling and how stressful law school is and how hard it was for her to be near Enemy and hear how Enemy was going to be my only friend (yes, that’s what she told Kristy) and that Enemy and I were moving somewhere. So Kristy and I made the combined decision that she should move out. Not because I didn't want to be her friend, but because I didn't know how to handle her feelings towards Enemy and still be her roommate. I told her that Enemy just didn't have that many friends in law school and she was latched on to me because I was her friend. I’ll never forget Kristy’s question to me, because had I thought about it then, the move never would have happened. She asked “M, why do you think she doesn't have any friends? Nice people have friends.”

Friday, December 10, 2010

As the story of Enemy continues, I realize I need to back up a little before I go forward. I think the story of the first time I met Enemy, and the story of the first time W (my best friend) met Enemy. For those who have emailed me that this doesn’t seem like an “Enemy” at all, you have to understand, in order to get to the part where she becomes an Enemy, I have to tell the background. Ok, so here we go:

The first time I met Enemy was when I visited the law school I decided to attend. The school sent out “roommate lists” so that we could find someone to live with. Enemy was on the list. I had called her about becoming roommates because she was originally from a town in Virginia. In my head, a Virginia girl could NEVER be that bad (in retrospect, I’ve now met a substantial amount of people from the town where she grew up and I’m fairly certain that there is something in the water there that causes women to be petty and evil and men to be arrogant). Anyway, I called but she had decided to live alone. My exboyfriend, Jay, and I were visiting the area and looking for apartments when I called Enemy once again to get together. She lived near the town and it made sense to at least meet one person prior to entering school. I called, we agreed to go to dinner at Olive Garden.

While sitting at the table, I was explaining to her how I didn’t eat any meat at that time. I ordered some sort of vegetable pasta, she had something with meat sauce and also ordered stuffed mushrooms as an appetizer. She said “They’re stuffed with veggies and cheese, try one.” Ok, I admit, I should have probably known better. I should have read the description, but I was trusting this girl. The mushroom was stuffed with crab meat. I got ill that night from it, but I decided to forgive her. I mean, really, it was an honest mistake according to her. (I still don't eat any seafood, it always makes me ill).

A month after school began, I decided to go home for a weekend. September 11th had happened, I missed my family, and my dad had decided to buy me a new car. Enemy went home with me. We made plans with W and when they were introduced, it went something like this.

“This is W. She and I have been best friends for 7 years.” ~Me

“Well, I’m the best friend now.” ~Enemy

Territorial? Yes. Offensive? Yes, especially to W. The three of us left my parent’s house to go out and we ran into another old friend, LK. LK had known W and I both for his entire life and part of the constants in his life was the fact that W and I were best friends. Enemy introduced herself to LK as “M’s new best friend.” LK looked from W to me and back with a weird look on his face, waiting for us to correct her. Instead W and I just kind of looked at each other and shook our heads.

We began to joke with LK about his car. It was one of those Fast and the Furious looking cars and W and I asked him if he was audition for the next Fast and the Furious saga (or something to that effect). LK laughed. Enemy looked at LK and said, “What kind of idiot drives a car like that? Does it make you feel manly? Probably overcompensating.” Those may not have been the exact words, but something equally as offensive. LK told her she was a bitch and told me he didn’t think she was a good friend for me because I’m not a bitch.

I remember the ride back to school when Enemy said to me, “You’re lucky you’re out of that hellhole. Those people are SUCH rednecks. You’re lucky to have me.”

I once had an enemy. I haven’t had THAT many true enemies in my life, but this one was special. This one really tried to hurt me. I’m not using her name, we’ll just call her Enemy. I don’t know if she reads this blog (she read my old blogs, so she may read this one also) and it does no good to put her name on here as it’s a fairly common name and in the event someone who reads this knows her, knows me, doesn’t realize what happened, I don’t want to put Enemy, or myself, in the awkward situation of trying to explain the events and one of us (ok, her, most likely) losing a friend. This is going to be a multiple part entry because this all occurred over the course of three years. Yes, my three years of law school.

I began law school with a roommate who was rather flighty, but over all nice (yes, Kristy, that one is you). I also had a friend named, for your purposes, Enemy. Enemy began to insert herself in the life of Kristy and I. She would be at our apartment every day. She would cook dinner at our place. It was really almost as if the three of us lived there together, only there were just two bedrooms.

I realized early on that most people at law school didn’t like Enemy. She had a nickname. “Crazy [insert Enemy’s real name here]” but I paid no attention to it. I thought she was a nice girl. A little boy crazy, but overall nice. In our first few months of law school, Enemy dated…well, quite honestly, I can’t tell you how many guys there were, but she was in love with each and every one of them. And became quite stalkerish with them. Here is where I began to realize Enemy was not stable:

She called me one day from a guy’s apartment. This guy she had gone out with over the summer, he realized she was crazy (I believe, but I’m not entirely sure as this has been years ago, she began talking about marriage on their second date). The story of this day from him, we’ll call him Larry, is as follows:
Larry was on the patio with his neighbor and they were talking about Enemy. Larry was telling neighbor about the summer and how she tried to become part of his life. She had gone to see him one weekend and introduced herself to all his friends as Larry’s girlfriend. He had only known her a week. She talked about marriage and kids and how she had a brain tumor that was her twin who she had eaten in the womb (I’m not making this stuff up). Anyway, neighbor and Larry were talking about her and Larry walked from the patio into the kitchen and saw her STANDING in his living room. She said the door was open so she came on in to talk. He said “Give me a minute,” and went to tell Neighbor “Crazy Enemy is inside! RUUUUUNNNN!” Neighbor ran to his place telling Lancelot to get him when it was over.

Larry went back into the apartment where Enemy was on the couch reading a magazine. She began to ask him questions about their relationship and what had happened. Larry reminded her “there was no relationship. We just went out a couple of times.” The phone rings. Larry goes into the kitchen to answer and finds it’s an old friend. He carries the cordless phone upstairs as he tells Enemy “I have to take this, show yourself out.”

This is what Larry found out later (I think he knew, but he found out for sure after discussions with Kristy and myself). When he went upstairs, Enemy went into the kitchen and quietly lifted the phone from the wall to listen in. She heard him say, “Thank god you called. Remember Crazy Enemy? She’s here! And she won’t leave! She seems to think we had a relationship over the summer.” He also thought he heard something on the line and asked “Hello? Is someone there?” Enemy said nothing, but quietly hung up the receiver and called me to tell me “I just over heard Larry telling some girl I was crazy and we never had a relationship! I need you, can I come over?”

You have to remember, at this point, I was still her friend. I told her to come over. When she told me she had listened in on his conversation, I told her that was horrible and she should never do that and it was time to get over Larry.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Ok, not my life, but my kitchen! My kitchen is in disarray. Which, as any homeowner knows, that basically means that my life is in disarray.

We had big plans for our house. I mean, we bought it because it was perfect. It had the perfect number of bedrooms (4), bathrooms (3.5), AND land (a couple acres). The layout? Perfect. The kitchen? Perfect. The deck? Perfect. The attached garage? Perfect.

SO, we bought it. And love it. So that obviously means that we need to CHANGE it. Because everyone should renovate their home at some point. So we brainstormed....

"Let's add a larger garage and turn the old garage into an extra den!"
"Let's make the kitchen bigger, move the laundry room into the (soon to be) den!"
"Let's finish the attic!"
"Let's redo our bathroom!"

So obviously when we came up with all those ideas, we decided to start small and redo the kitchen (we aren't making it bigger, we're doing the easy stuff - new countertops, new backsplash, new sinks and faucets).

And now? I can see into my kitchen drawers without opening them, which is kind of cool if I need to grab scissors really quickly, plus I can see into the snack cabinet and have found some food I forgot I bought (and should probably throw away)...

Two days...I just have to live like this for two days. And, hopefully, the dust will settle quickly so the cats will stop sneezing.

Ok, we're isn't totally accurate since it's just me. And back isn't totally accurate since I haven't had a blog on blogger in a very long time (long = 7 years...has it really been that long???).

I'm not that interesting. I'm not that entertaining. But every now and then I come up with something useful to say that I thought I would share. I live in a small town. Small probably doesn't do this town justice. Miniscule may be more accurate...miniscule in population, large in area. Such is the way of Virginia I suppose.

You may remember me. My most "famous" blog (read: the blog that had at least 20 followers) was "As The Law Books Close." It was a good blog. I can't remember why I closed it down. I think I got tired of people telling me what I should and shouldn't write about.